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March 23, 2011 3:10 pm

In My Father’s House

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by Betty Thompson    in Back When, Daily Survivor, Unravelling The Petals of Life

One prominent characteristic of my dad was how he loved his popcorn. Salty and buttery. Through out my childhood every night in preparation of the televised ball game he would take out the old dented aluminum pot and heat the oil for corn kernels, he’d stand aside the stove shaking the pot so not to burn. He’d then crack open a can of beer and along with a full bowl of popcorn he’d sit to watch the ballgame. This was his nightly ritual. The smell of popcorn would linger in the air of our house days on end.

When he passed away I maintained his mobile home in Florida and as promised didn’t put it up for sale. On our first visit back after his death we opened the place up and cleaned all day. Just about 9 o’clock we settled in for the night to relax and watch a little TV when suddenly a redolent of popcorn filled the room.

Stunned, I questioned myself, “Is the smell real, or imagined, or just an illusion created from emotional separation?”

Feeling a sense of mild astonishment, I got up from his recliner chair and went to the kitchen sniffing intensely absorbing with every breath the smell of popcorn. I scuffled into the back bedroom and back again; stopping in the kitchen, when the light under the cabinet flickered then went out. I took the outer shield off touching the bulb to see if it was loose and the light came back on and stayed on.

Coincidence, beyond the norm you may say? Possibly, but I believe not.

With spiritual belief deep within my soul, and a full heart my father’s spirit was there  that night. The smell of popcorn and the flickering light was the message. A message that let me know his spirit was there with me and how happy he was I had made the decision to keep his trailer to come back and visit.

My dad has been gone 5 years now. On sporadic occasion the smell of popcorn hover above bestowing upon me a healing sense of equanimity, leaving me with a wide blessed smile.

When a loved one has passed on and you mourn in emptiness, all the darkness can cast a light to a divine presence of spirit.

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March 17, 2011 5:12 pm

Surely Spring is On The Way

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by Betty Thompson    in Daily Survivor, Nature, The Garden

Warm sun is shining down from clear blue skies today with high temps of 58 degrees. Simply glorious! One of those stimulating days of early spring when you want to grab the yard rake and begin the clean up of winters mess and its scattered branches, limbs and twigs, that are spread around the yard. The lawn and garden still crusted with patches of dirty snow. A new season of growth, earthy blue-green shoots of daffodils and tulips are starting to peek through the bare dark soil reaching toward the warm light.

Singing out a mating call, busy songbirds have begun gathering twigs and dried golden grass for nesting. It’s been one of those days you open all the windows breathing in the fresh air letting the cool breeze dance through the room; a spring cleansing. Surely spring is on its way!

I have corned beef & cabbage cooking in the Crock-pot, Happy St. Patrick’s Day!

Stay well my friend!

**photograph texture by Kim Klassen @ Shutter Sisters**

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March 12, 2011 7:25 pm

Positive Energy of Hope & Prayer

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by Betty Thompson    in Daily Survivor

Sending out positive energy of, Hope + Compassion + Prayers + Love to all those suffering and have been affected by the tragic earthquake & tsunami that has ravaged Japan. As if that weren’t more than enough are now threatened by the release of possible radiation. How does one begin to comprehend, except, and move on from such tragedy,or even begin the whole process of recovery from such crippling devastation?

Please hold them in your thoughts & prayer.

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March 7, 2011 4:57 pm

Beatific Vision

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by Betty Thompson    in Daily Survivor, Whispers, literary

photograph by Betty L Thompson

**BEATIFIC VISION (For a home for blind children) from the book of “Eleven Lady-Lyrics and Other Poems” by Fray Angelico Chavez

The angels have no eyes
And yet they see
A beauty in the skies
Now hid from me.

No matter how I watch,
Be it day or night,
Somehow I fail to catch
That wondrous sight.

Is this the reason why,
Be it night or day,
I lower lid on eye
Each time I pray?

This much I can surmise:
Before I find
What angels see, my eyes
must first be blind.
–Fray Angelico Chavez

Stay well my friend and have a wonderful week!

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March 5, 2011 9:59 pm

A Fond Farewell

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by Betty Thompson    in Daily Survivor, Nature, Whispers, literary

In Flight: from the Blackbird Series

Farewell to February and its fallen dark cloud dying under the bare white moon. A window the invisible healer bathed in bright morning sunshine. Beyond, songbirds roost in pink cotton balls of cherry blossom. In the sweet smell of purple lilac, crocuses, daffodils, and tulips blaze. Cool soft spikes of lush green grass peek out between young barefoot toes. A mid afternoon cleansing of spring showers leave behind rainbow filled puddles. The starry nightfall is a promise of wishes, where the Angel’s truth is written in the stars.

**photograph texture by Kim Klassen @ Shutter Sisters**

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